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Chapter Thirteen

    Damn it all, why would this happen? Why did it happen? Why did they kill her? What is their motive? Why her? Endless question comes to my mind, I see her in the screen, without signs of life.

     The man looks at me. He is emotionless; he looks at me in a poker face. I imagine myself as the victim of the PSS right now. The emotionless members, now I know what it means to be hurt. I never even felt this sensation before. My heart is still throbbing. My body is still warm from anger, my eyes are burning.

     I still struggle to escape the strap. My hand and legs are now swelling through my endless grunts and movement. I don’t feel the pain; the pain in my heart is much more painful than any physical damage right now.

     “I see that your affection towards her is still in your heart. The PSS was not able to erase that.” He says.

     His statement just confuses me. His expression is calm and he gives me a pity look. He lets me go, he cuts all the straps in the bed, letting me to raise my body from the bed.

     “You’re pathetic; you think I will really do that to Ria?” He says, and then presses a button. The screen turns off, that was a television screen after all, it is a fake death, she is not dead. The man shows Ria from another screen, she is eating peacefully in her home.

     “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Robert Loiselle, head of the Loiselle Protection Movement, or the LPM.” He says.

     I rub my eyes, I can’t believe this. He shares similar surname as Ria and even that Marco guy. Is this guy related to them, which means that Ria is also a daughter of a rich family with private military group.

     “There is something I want to tell you right now. Ria is not aware of the existence of the LPM. I don’t want to involve her in this matter, the conflict with the PSS.” He explains.

     “Do you know anything about me?” I ask him directly.

     He smiles to me and offers me a drink, but before that, he opens the door of the room.

     “Shall we walk; this is not a good place to talk.” He says.

     We go outside the room. The hall outside is mostly made of wood. Everything is woodcraft, the shelves where the book is contained, the chandeliers, the tables and chairs.

     “Of course I know about you. You were once a member of the LPM, the one who swore to protect Ria with all his life.” He says.

     He goes into a table, I follow. The floor is also made of wood, and it is shiny as if it was just waxed minutes ago. This place is so neat, though there are no windows. Suddenly, two people enter the hall, they are tall, and one of them has their symbol as his tattoo in his shoulder.

     “These are Ruise and Sting, though they are not important right now; let me continue through my story.” He says.

     He picks a picture frame from the table, I see my young self in the picture, beside the younger Ria. We are really close when we were young.

     “I pick the perfect timing, after I receive reports that you were hanging with Ria very often. My experiment tonight didn’t fail me.” He says.

     “What experiment?” I ask him.

     “I always thought that you already lost your former self, and was turned into a heartless killing machine by those PSS mongrels.” He says. “But what a surprise, you still have your own self.”